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Chapter 42 - 38: Go Find Out Who That Person Is

Author: Wen Ruotian
updatedAt: 2025-08-08

CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 38: GO FIND OUT WHO THAT PERSON IS

Lu Jie is a little nurse at the hospital, and the two grew up together, later moving from Jiang City to Beijing together.

Her family background is similar to hers; her father passed away early, and she had a greedy stepmother who used to beat and scold her as a child and wanted her to marry an old man for a high dowry after graduation.

Jiang Ruan helped her escape.

Now, years have passed, she has become a celebrity, and Lu Jie has become a formal nurse at the hospital.

Both have settled down in this city.

When the call connects, Lu Jie’s irritated voice comes through: "Well, Jiang Ruan, you’ve been back in Beijing for three days without a word. If I hadn’t seen your location on Weibo, were you planning to never tell me? I want to end our friendship!"

Her angry words are all accusations against her.

Jiang Ruan quickly appeased her: "How could that be, Lu Jie darling. I’ve barely managed to get a few days off to rest at home."

"Hmph! I don’t want to hear it!"

"We haven’t seen each other for four months, you don’t miss me at all!"

"I miss you, I miss you, I miss you to death, I even dream about you!"

"I don’t believe it. Tell me, is Bao Ye not letting you come out so you just didn’t? You, putting romance over friendship!"

In Jiang Ruan’s circle of friends, only Lu Jie knows about her and Bao Ye; the others are unaware.

She hadn’t even told Sister Qin.

Lu Jie is the only person in this world she can confidently entrust her back to.

Because they know each other inside out.

Jiang Ruan also trusts Lu Jie’s character.

Rubbing her temples, Jiang Ruan says: "It’s not him; I just want to rest at home myself."

Although it is indeed because of him, he’s too energetic at night.

Exhausted her so much she has no energy during the day.

This guy acts like he’s possessed.

He’s addicted.

"Alright, alright, where are you now, I’ll come find you." Jiang Ruan appeased: "I’ll cover all expenses today."

Lu Jie sends an address.

It’s the hospital’s name.

Jiang Ruan glances at it, already very familiar.

"I’m off work in half an hour, you go to the house first, you have the key, I’ll cook for you tonight," Lu Jie says.

Jiang Ruan is surprised: "Not going out to eat?"

"Is your money brought by the wind, know how to be thrifty, don’t you? Or did becoming a big star make you look down on my cooking?"

"How could it." Jiang Ruan smiles wryly: "I’ll head over then, see you later."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruan sighs.

For a gathering with her best friend, makeup or not is fine.

She ties her hair high in a bun, puts on a casual white T-shirt, black denim shorts, neat and fresh.

Looking like a high school student.

Arriving at the garage, there’s a garage full of Bao Ye’s cars.

Rolls-Royce, Maybach, G wagon, and various sports cars...

A dazzling array.

Eventually, Jiang Ruan chose a slightly more low-key BMW compared to the others and drove off.

Bao Ye mentioned she could drive any of his cars.

So, she wasn’t being polite.

It’s a forty-minute drive from the castle to Lu Jie’s home.

Jiang Ruan is playing music, Phoenix Legend’s Madam Luxiang, excellent sound quality, and it lifted her mood.

99th-floor office.

Bao Ye’s just finished working, opens his computer to see where she is.

He sees the red dot moving further from the castle, she’s gone out.

Bao Ye’s lips curve upward; after staying in the house for three days, she finally couldn’t stand it.

Bao Ye closes the screen.

Chen Nan’s voice comes in: "Mr. Bao, the Jinling Street project is proceeding smoothly; barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be completed by the beginning of the year."

Bao Ye’s deep black eyes and tone were indifferent: "Mm."

"Make sure to watch closely, don’t let anyone tamper with it."

Chen Nan: "Yes."

The topic ends, and Chen Nan looks at the man’s mental state, teasingly: "Mr. Bao seems in a good mood these days?"

Bao Ye lazily lifts an eyelid: "Still okay."

It’s more than okay; he’s clearly having a great time.

"Miss Jiang really is your good luck charm."

Chen Nan compliments.

She’s also their good luck charm.

When Bao Ye is in a good mood, they can have it a bit easier.

Before, when Miss Jiang was filming, Mr. Bao’s face almost turned into an ice sculpture.

Their work was cautious and nervous, afraid of making mistakes and getting scolded by the boss.

Listening to this, Bao Ye glances at him with his dark eyes and snorts: "You really know how to flatter."

"I’m speaking the truth." Chen Nan says: "Since Miss Jiang came back, your dark circles are gone, and your mood is improved; you must be sleeping well these days?"

Thinking of Jiang Ruan, Bao Ye’s mind skims over the image of the little woman, a gleam of delight in his eyes, his lips curving: "Mm, not bad."

"So, I’m saying, Miss Jiang is your good luck charm. Even Dr. Tro couldn’t help with your insomnia, and it’s better once Miss Jiang returned."

Chen Nan says, also happy for him.

In these three years, since Miss Jiang arrived.

Mr. Bao finally looked like a real person.

Not like the previous years, where he worked frantically and had a headache at midnight due to insomnia.

His complexion was terrible.

The whole person was neither human nor ghost.

Thinking back to before, an angry aura fills Bao Ye’s eyes, fingers twitching tight, left hand gripping right hand’s Buddha Beads, cold, smooth beads in hand that help him restrain his emotions.

Bao Ye suddenly remembers something, frowned eyes coldly gazing at Chen Nan: "At Song President’s Club that night, someone tampered with my phone."

"Look into who it was."

Bao Ye’s tone was frozen.

Filled with suppressed anger.

That day when Jiang Ruan came back, her mood was very off, she caused a breakup.

Later, she asked him if he had other women outside.

They assumed she saw some nonsensical public opinion pieces and was deliberately sulking.

But Bao Ye thought it through later, always feeling Jiang Ruan isn’t that kind of person.

If she’s upset, there must be a reason.

Yesterday, someone called her while she was sleeping.

It was a harassment call, so he just hung up.

She doesn’t set a lock on her phone, which he knows.

Later it returned to the main dial page.

She hardly contacted anyone these days, the contact list is dry.

But in there, he saw, three nights ago, which was the night she returned.

Around eleven at night, she called him.

It indicated he answered.

Bao Ye later thought, he went out at that time, probably left the phone in the lounge.

He drank a bit much and didn’t care much.

But upon checking his contacts, that day was empty; nobody called him.

Plainly someone tampered with his phone.

Answered the call and deleted it.

Chen Nan gets tense: "Alright."

"Did anything get lost?"

This was serious.

Bao Ye coldly: "No."

"The call was from Jiang Ruan, don’t know what they said to irritate her through the night."

Chen Nan instantly understood: "Seems like it should be a woman, very likely one of those were called in by President Song for drinks."

It’s the same in the circles.

Always call a few when discussing things.

But Bao Ye’s rule, everyone understands.

His most hated thing is women approaching.

So those called by President Song all stayed with him.

"No matter who it is, let her learn a lesson."

"Tampering with things she shouldn’t touch, there’ll be consequences."

Saying this, Bao Ye pushes his phone on the table towards him, reclining his shoulder: "Discard it, replace it."

Chen Nan looks at the globally limited edition phone, feeling heartache but still replies: "Yes."

Bao Ye has a cleanliness obsession.

Realizing something was touched by others, how could he want it anymore?

Except Miss Jiang.

Taking Mr. Bao’s call would be fine, that person should never have caused issue with Miss Jiang.

Others might not know, but Chen Nan is quite clear.

Miss Jiang is Bao Ye’s bottom line.

No one should touch it.

In the luxurious high-end club.

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